And when you are furious,You cut me with your dagger-wordsAnd I, wounded remainWaiting for your venom to dilute.You are my witchcraft girlAnd through your magicWays I see a complete meCompleted only by you.

When you weave yourMidnight tales, I amEnchanted by your honey voice.Your swaying moves andTorrid love has enchainedMe for life.

I don’t want to leave you,My love,But our ways now, they partAnd I must be on my way